It’s fitting that, given my current obsession with Doctor Who, all things British would jump out at me. This is the restaurant at my gate at San Jose International, awaiting my return flight. I had a lovely and productive visit at my mom’s house, but I need to be home now.
Knitting content: during my flight I managed a few rows on my London Christmas souvenir sock yarn Clapotis. I learned the hard way never to bring a sock project with double-pointed needles while traveling. (Can you say bleachers?) It’s too easy to lose one of the five, and you need all five.